Vladimir Vysotsky. A Road Story.

SAdapted from Vyacheslav Chetin, Andrey Kneller
and Sergey Roy’s translations by Akbar Muhammad.
omeone Else’s Rut.

But I’m to blame for my bad lot,

I groan and weep

In someone else’s rut I got,

it’s long and deep.

I made my plan, I set my goal


And now I have no choice at all

no liberty.

The verges of this well-trodden rut
Are steep and slippery with mud.

I curse those who discovered this rut,
My forbearance will soon give out,
And I say o’er and o’er like a nut,
“To a rut, in a rut, with a rut...”

But what’s the reason to count this drive


I can’t declare that such a life

is terrible.

No one will caught your car or hit,

so don’t complain.

Ye even may increase your speed

along your lane.

There’s no denial in chow and sup,
While going forth within this rut.

And I quickly put trust in my luck
All around me also got stuck.
Carry on, chum, a wheel in a wheel!
And ye’ll get right where all ever will.

Here someone gave a loud shout,

“Make way, ye there!”

And started struggling with the rut,

a crazy bear.

He simply wasted in this struggle

his soul’s warmth,

So his worn-out valves busted up

and what there was.

When struggling, he crumpled the rut verges
Now it’s more wider than it was.

But his track was abruptly cut short
They dragged this crazy bear off the road,
For no one has the right to obstruct
The hard traffic in this good old rut.

I faced my turn the battery drained,

and plugs can’t spark.

My peace went off and came vexation

the car got stuck.

I ought to push it to the end,

but I can’t do

Perhaps, behind me, there’s a friend

who’ll pull me through...

But in the help I can’t put trust,
Because it’s someone else’s rut.

How I wish to spit with mud and clay
In this rut that’s not mine anyway!
Now it’s deeper because of my drive,
And I’m blamed by all driving behind.

I felt myself break out in sweat

up to the bones,

And then I walked a bit ahead

along a board.

I saw that vernal flows cleared

my way, I gasped...

The way out of the rut appeared

I’m saved, at last!

The tires spin and spit out mud
To hell with someone else’s rut!

Hey, back there! make your way just like me
That’s, don’t go the pathway I’m on.
This new rut appertains but to me,
Get ye out by a rut of your own!


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